Contentment and peace reign over this self-proclaimed kingdom. One you’ve claimed by surviving the bitter winter and relentless, chilled spring of the region. Walking home, in the fading light, there will be towels to ring and wash, sand will linger on kitchen floors, even after being swept. Days of drinking in summer, being gluttons of the bright hot days will create piles of unwashed or unfolded laundry. But these weeks are not unending. Soon, too soon every year, the chill of the disappearing sun will come earlier, the sun will rise later, and the first tree to show it’s aging leaves will make your heart hurt just a little.